Your fears.
I cannot understand them.
Not the way that I would
Love, and
Hate.
They are things that tear at
Your insides,
Scraping away ultimate
Satisfaction, and serenity of
Your mind.
My intent is not to annoy you, Darling.
Still, I feel I must always let you
Know, that
I am here.
Here, on
Hold. If you ever need to
Talk. If you need somebody who will
Listen. If you need to
Hear, hear somebody tell you that
They love you.
Then look for me, Dearest.
I will always be
Nearby.